Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 436 Ghost Repair
The beautiful blue-purple sword light rushed into the sky, and the sprayed insect blood splashed all over the ground. Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand to call back the blue ring, and the seven-step knife mantis in mid-air crashed to the ground.

"Ah, they are all dead at last!" Xiao Hei yelled, and sat down regardless of the dirt on the ground, and there were many wounds on his body.

Liu Qinghuan walked over, feeling the slight pain from the hideous wound on his back, poured out two pills and stuffed them into Xiao Hei's mouth: "How about it, can you still hold it?"

Xiao Hei gasped heavily: "I can't die for the time being."

The insect corpses on the ground were disappearing as fast as their corpses when they died. Liu Qinghuan tried to pick up a broken wing beside him, watching it disintegrate into a shimmering light in his hand.

"It seems that the things inside can't be taken out." Liu Qinghuan said, "We'll rest after we go back."

He pulled Xiao He up, and the two walked back to the white light curtain.

"Master, look there!" Xiao Hei pointed to the corner.

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan turned her head to look, only to see a small magic circle appearing on the ground over there.

He walked around the magic circle and said: "This should be a teleportation magic circle, it may be teleported to the next level."

"Ha, then let's go quickly." Xiao Hei said impatiently.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the wound on its body: "I don't know what will happen to the next level... But, it's fine."

He stood on the circle, and Xiao Hei also pushed forward.Because the magic circle was too small, and it didn't want to return to the spirit beast bag, it made itself smaller.

As soon as he stood firmly, the magic circle was activated suddenly. After a flash of white light, Liu Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in his waist before he could see clearly what was in front of him!
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He was speechless, and seeing Xiao Hei reappeared beside him, he twitched the corners of his mouth: "That's good, so there's no need to waste time healing."

Xiao Hei touched himself and grinned: "Master, this place is not bad. If you get injured in the future, you can go directly to die."

Liu Qinghuan glared at it and looked around.The same light curtain, the same house, but outside is a piece of yellow sand.

Xiao Hei also leaned in front of the light curtain and asked curiously, "What is the monster this time?"

Liu Qinghuan pointed to the slightly shaking yellow sand in the distance: "I don't know..."

In Thousand Departures, each illusion is very different. For example, the seven-step knife mantis in the first level has extreme speed and powerful attack power, while the sand snake in the second level is very good at hiding. Being motionless in the yellow sand will give you a fatal blow when you are most careless.

Although there is a safe zone formed by the light curtain, Liu Qinghuan came here to exercise himself, so naturally it is impossible to hide in the light curtain.One trial after another, one death after another, get up immediately after death, sum up experience before going out to continue fighting.

One day here is only one hour longer than outside, so in addition to challenging the checkpoint, he will return to Songxi Cave to practice at night.

Because of the existence of the spring of the spiritual eye and the long-standing medicine field, the spiritual energy in the picture is now much stronger than before.Especially in the small courtyard built near the top of the mountain, the aura is even stronger.

It is reasonable to say that Jindan cultivators need more spiritual power, so the growth rate of their cultivation base will be much slower, but Liu Qinghuan feels that it is much smoother now than when he struggled to cultivate during the foundation period.

The single spiritual root makes him practice several times more efficiently than others, and the power of double pills also allows him to absorb more than double the amount of spiritual energy from the outside world at one time, so even if the spiritual sea is wider, it is unknown when it will be filled. He Yue, but he was even more calm and unaware of the loneliness of the years.

During these tense and fulfilling days, it took him more than a month to reach the ninth level of Qianzhong's departure.

As soon as Liu Qinghuan came out of the teleportation circle, he immediately dodged to the side, and his whole body quickly escaped into a piece of greenery.

After passing eight levels in a row, he naturally knew that every time he reached a new level, the teleportation location would be random, and he would definitely be attacked.

Fortunately, he dodged fast, otherwise he would be cut straight by a sword light.

Jian Guang? !
Liu Qinghuan was startled, how could there be a sword light in it.

One must know that what he encountered in the previous eight levels were all kinds of monsters, so there are still people who practiced in this Thousand Levels of Departure?

He didn't stop on his feet, he had escaped twice in the blink of an eye.The grass and trees in this level are quite prosperous. When he performed the technique of grafting flowers and trees, he could very quickly and sensitively sense the aura of the grass and trees within a radius of tens of miles.

Now he can only use trees and some luxuriant flowers and plants to perform the escape technique. When the technique of grafting flowers and trees reaches a high level, it is said that he can hide and escape with a small grass and a fallen leaf, which is not uncommon.

After leaving far away from the place where the teleportation came in, Liu Qinghuan looked back.

A monk in a long gray robe floated over with a cloud of black clouds, staring at the bushes where he had just disappeared, and grinning ghostlyly: "Jie Jie, it's already here, so don't hide!"

While speaking, the sword light from before brought out a lacquer light and cut across the grass.

Naturally, there was no one there.

"Huh, Escape?" The grey-clothed monk frowned, his breath suddenly became violent, he punched himself on the chest, and spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

The evil spirit suddenly arose, and black clouds quickly gathered in the sky, and the sky immediately became gloomy and gloomy like dusk.

I saw the mouthful of blood rolling in the air, and soon condensed into a wicked little ghost, baring its teeth and waving its claws, screaming at the gray-clothed monk.

"Shut up!" the man yelled sharply, "Go and find out who is hiding!"

The kid was still screaming perversely, the gray-clothed friar flipped his hand, and a blood-red whip, only one foot long, appeared between his two fingers, and he swung it away with a snap!

"I raised you with all my heart and soul, and dare to negotiate conditions with me! If I don't draw you today, how can I control the way of ghosts in the future!"

The chirping sound turned into a scream, and the kid was whipped to and fro, whining and begging.

Liu Qinghuan's face suddenly changed, who is this person?Obviously it can't be someone from his Wenshi faction!Then why is he in Qianzhong Departure?

The ghost-shaping stick slipped into his hand, and his consciousness swept to the white light curtain behind him on the right.

After another loud sound of the whip, the blood-red kid finally got up, his original evil aura was added with a bit of resentment, making him even more sinister.

Liu Qinghuan didn't move her feet, her whole body was almost integrated with the wood spirit of the tree.

He wanted to see how capable this brat was.

I saw its tiny blood-colored eyes looking around, and its baby-like face was black and red, appearing in the place where Liu Qinghuan had just entered, and after turning around, it twitched its nose like a dog looking for food Generally sniffing around.

Liu Qinghuan let go of her heart, seeing that the kid was in the wrong direction.

Except for showing his figure when he first came in, he has been walking along the grass and trees since then, hiding his whereabouts very well under the technique of embedding flowers and trees.

He secretly glanced at the gray-clothed male cultivator, frowning.

(End of this chapter)